**Hey guys! This will be my first FanFic so go easy on me. But I'm also trying to improve as a writer so criticism will be helpful!
Soul Eater is not mine!**
- Maka -
Soul comes and sits next to me. I refuse to look him in the face. Tears are falling out of my eyes, rolling down my face and landing in my lap. I can't tell if they're tears of anger or sadness. Either way I'm not happy with Soul.
"Maka.."
I shudder when his hand rests in between my two shoulder blades. I love his touch, but I shake his hand off. He doesn't resist.
"I'm sorry," he said. Why that pissed me off? I don't know. But it did.
"You're sorry? You're sorry?! You don't even know why I'm mad!" I spit in his face. He leans back, surprised by my sudden anger.
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry for it," he says, eyes narrowing. "Do you forgive me or what?"
"No! I'm not even sure what I'm mad at you for! What if it's something unforgivable? Look, Soul, I don't want to see you right now. Just leave," I say, turning my face away again. My fists are clenched on my thighs. I'm shaking with my rage and confused tears.
"You know what? Fine," he said, standing up. I could feel his fierce gaze on the back of my neck. "I don't know why I even bothered caring."
I wait until I hear his motorcycle roaring away. Then I run off into the woods, leaving Tsubaki in the dust.
I run for about a half hour. At this point, I'm basically in the middle of nowhere. My crying has stopped and I've finally managed to catch my breath. I wipe dry tears off of my face.
Then I just collapse on my knees and burst into tears again.
What is up with me?!
My shoulders shudder uncontrollably as I let it all out. I do this for a few minutes before just collapsing on the forest floor exhausted. I stare up at the leaves. The late afternoon sunlight filters through them, leaving the forest floor spotted as if it was camo. I lay there, thinking, the tears leaking out of my eyes like water does from a broken faucet.
Soul...
Did he mean what he said? The words echo in my head.
"I don't know why I even bothered caring." I wipe the tears off my face with the back of my glove. I guess I said some pretty horrible stuff too. Would he ever be able to forgive me?
What had I done?!
I know why I'm mad at him. The way he made me feel, so exposed and so useless, just by standing there, deciding to support me no matter what, willing to take the leap from the known to the unknown...
Soul made me feel scared.
There really is no way to forgive that.